Friday, May 10, 2019
Food fight By Mazzlin
The sticky brown goodness drips down my hand as a
long black tongue raps around the cone ripping it from
my hand and leaving my view.
All of a sudden my soft salt covered chip disappears
into the jaws of my friend the brown spotted giraffe then
walks away again.
The greasy fur flows between my fingers as I say good
bye to my brown spotted friend “see u tomorrow zoo I
cant miss work” I say.